
Ever have one of them days when everything seems to irritate you as bad as mozzies on a balmy night? When all you want to do is escape. I wanted to hang a cartoon monkey, I swear I will get to the end of that game, am now at stage 5. Something as simple as a hug would of helped and you can close your eyes and wish so hard but you know it isn't there. So to aid in the cranky pants being worn permanently, off I went and indulged in a cherry ripe and a packet of malteasers. Yes i sought solace in chocolate, which isn't so bad as chocolate is not on the menu every week. It must be a part of the ageing process, am close to ancient and I find bad manners and lack of respect intolerable. Patience is supposed to be a virtue and that runs thin at times. Now that I have had my little rant, I feel so much better and am ready to face the world, tomorrow is another day.